I’m not one to recall my life in chronological order.
This doesn’t only include my memories of childhood, but what I can gather from the past year, 6 months, three weeks, yesterday, whatever. I don’t mean to say that my memories are less than vivid; on the contrary they’re quite crisp and tangible (to me) - only the order is typically out of sequence.
I traveled to Japan about two months ago for 5 days or so, and I’m already having difficulty mentally organizing my trip into a chronological sequence of what I experienced first, second, and so on.
Instead, my memories of Japan are a jumbled palette of events, emotions, and aesthetics.
Had I written about my travels in the Land of the Rising Sun directly upon my return to Korea, home, perhaps my writing would’ve been more sequentially logical. However, I came back to Cheonan and went immediately back to a whirlwind of daily work. My routine became a bit frantic. I got sick. Things got increasingly hectic and I picked up more teaching positions. So here I am, nearly two months later, and I’m trying to put my perspectives on Japan in order.
Too bad I direly need to crash now.
Will continue soon.
1 comments:
Sometimes memory is like a Norman Rockwell, detailed and clearly defined. Other times it is more like a Monet, hints at form and shadows of substance. Other times it is like a Picasso, dream-like and vivid. Other times it is just like a blank canvas, waiting and renewing. Not to worry about sequence...your mind remembers in so many different ways...the overall impression will come through in detail, impression, emotion, etc.; not necessary in chronological order!
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